Spotted in Aachen, this tired man, shielding his eyes from the sun, made an odd conjunction with the statues that he was leaning on, there's something vaguely comical going on here - but I can't quite put my finger on it - it's almost a story that is only half told . . .

Whilst taking my father to see the Normandy landing areas, we were headed on the road to Bayeux, I couldn't resist stopping the car to make a picture of the sun sinking into vapour. The road seemed endless, and the trees on the horizon were emerging like ghosts.